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Cigarette smoke lingered in the air backstage of the Dark World’s top-rated gameshow. Sitting on a red leather couch in his personal changing room was the host himself. Tenna’s face was scrunched as much as a TV screen could be as he inhaled another hit of his cigarette, blowing the smoke up into the air with a sigh. His head was lightly resting on the back of the couch, giving his aching neck a break after the long day. He hated giving in to this temptation as it went against his family-friendly image but stress had been killing him lately.
Ratings for TV Time were doing alright, but they could certainly be better. Things have been looking up ever since his little mailman came onto the scene. It seemed like revenue and viewership had skyrocketed ever since he took the stage, but..
With more business came more work.
Tenna had been working from dusk to dawn, getting everything in order in time for tonight's show. He couldn’t afford anything but perfect; viewers were fickle after all. And that wasn’t even taking into consideration his ongoing situation with Spamton — who knew how that was going to end up.
He took another drag as the thought of Spamton invaded his mind. That was a whole other ordeal. A door creaked open and sounds of quick footsteps echoed across the shining tiles.
“Hey [TV Time] getting all [comfort guaranteed] without me?” Ah, speak of the devil. Tenna lifted his head to look down at where Spamton was standing proudly. He was still dressed in his shiny red suit from earlier, with his yellow tie hanging loosely around his neck. His black hair was messier than usual but confidence still radiated in waves from the small man. Tenna had no clue how the man seemed so bigger than life all the time. Honestly, he felt like a glooby mess just looking at him, causing his teeth to bite down harder onto his cigarette. It was fine; he just had to play it cool. Can’t go spiralling now.
“Yeah Spam, just trying to relax after the day we had. Some of today’s contestants were a BIT much even for me,” Joked Tenna as Spamton hopped on the couch next to him. Tenna could feel the heat emanate from the mailman where their legs knocked together.
“Ha, I feel you there, that pippin was something alright, but hey, the [loyal customers] got a kick out of it at least,” Spamton laughed as he made a motion to the cigarette in Tenna's mouth, “You got any more of those [cancer sticks]?”
Tenna nodded his head as he reached into the pocket of his tail coat that had been abandoned next to him. He handed one over to Spamton, who looked relieved at the sight of it. Tenna felt his screen heat up slightly as the mailman took a drag with gusto. “Ugh, that’s the stuff,” he groaned, lounging comfortably on the couch.
There they sat on the couch in a comfortable silence, just letting the edge wear off. Tenna notably avoided thinking of other activities the two had gotten up to on said couch. He didn’t know how long it had been when he felt a small hand start to slide up his thigh. The TV took a sharp breath when he saw Spamton’s sly smile aimed up at his reddening screen.
“You still seem awfully worked up [sweetcheeks], cigarette not cutting it?”
“Ha, not quite but it’s alright. I’ll be stage-ready in time for tomorrow,” Tenna said, filling his voice with a false enthusiasm, hoping it was enough for both of them to believe it. He reached down to the coffee table to put out what was left of his cigarette, trying to ignore the hand making its way up further before stopping. That damned hand was lingering too close to Tenna’s belt,
“You know, I can [click here for help] with that,”
Maintaining a professional relationship with his employees was incredibly important. Tenna found pride in the way he ran his business. Everything went smoothly on set and all his employees definitely respected him … definitely. Recently though, he mayyy have been slipping in the “professional” part when it came to Spamton. A few heated late-night encounters had quickly escalated into things that were most certainly not safe for television. Tenna found himself just having to accept the direction his life had taken recently. It may not be the most family-friendly, but he worked so hard. Why wasn’t he allowed to have a bit of fun?
“Oh.. haha, I wouldn’t say no to that,” Tenna quickly muttered, looking away from the little salesman. He REALLY shouldn’t, buuuut the idea of a little quality time with his stupidly attractive co-host was too tempting to pass up. One more time wouldn’t be the end of the world.
Right?
“Hmm that’s no way to [ask for help],” Spamton drawled, tracing his finger along the buckle. Tenna could feel his dick start to ache, straining against the fabric below Spamton's hands.
“...Please,” His screen was a bright red now as he went along with Spamton's request, who had a lecherous grin rapidly forming.
“Atta boy,” Spamton put out his cigarette on a neighboring ashtray before getting down to business. White fingers made quick work of the buckle with a practiced ease, lessening some pressure from his tight leather pants to reveal a pair of TV time-branded boxers. Tenna whined as Spamton began to mouth at his dick with a teasing look lingering in those black eyes. His warm breath and tongue could just be felt through the thin layer of fabric separating the two. A pair of metal hands grasped the salesman's back while the other pair began to tightly grip onto the leather couch below.
“Spammy, come on, just touch me already,” He clutched onto Spamton’s shirt in growing frustration as the bastard began to chuckle slightly, giving another torturous hot lick to the cloth as he teased,
“Gotta ask nicely,”
“Please, please touch me,” Oh, it was humiliating to be begging in such a way, but he needed this. He needed this so bad right now. Steam began to puff out of his vents as Spamton finally pulled down Tenna’s boxers. Another whine escaped Tenna as Spamton gave some licks to the silicone tip of the metal member, giving it some much-needed attention. The heat of Spamton’s mouth was almost burning and obscene sounds began to echo in the changing room as Spamton continued sucking.
Looking at the sight below him, sometimes Tenna forgot just how small Spamton was compared to him. It was easy to when Spamton was just so confident all the damn time, but in moments like these, he couldn’t help but be turned on by the view of the little salesman between his large legs. It was almost too much for him to look at,
“Ah Spam- more, I need more,” Hearing that plea, Spamton took his mouth off Tenna’s dick with a pop, a shimmering string of saliva still connecting them.
“What, not enough [Princess]?” A hand started playing with the tip, leaving Tenna biting back more moans, “Fuck, you really are pathetic like this, moaning and begging like a damn slut,”
Tenna shrank a bit and raised a hand to cover his face in embarrassment. He shouldn’t be getting worked up so easily. Each little touch and word had him sputtering like a fool. Spamton was right; it was a bit pathetic.
“Aww don’t get like that,” Spamton leaned up and pulled the TV down by his tie so the two were face to face. “You’ve been awfully [[good reviews]] for me,” He spoke slowly, making sure the blushing host caught every word.
“Really?” He stammered. Tenna felt like his face was going to catch fire any second now.
“Oh yeah, you’ve been such a [good boy] tonight,” Spamton’s seductive whisper hit his ears and Tenna couldn’t take it anymore; there was only so much a CRT could take. He grabbed Spamton's head and pulled him into a furious kiss. The sound of static crackled as their lips made contact. Spamton tasted like nicotine and was just as addicting. A surprising feeling of air started to hit his chest plates, where Spamton had begun to finally unbutton Tenna’s shirt. Filled with a sudden, desperate need to get his hands on the man below him, Tenna broke the kiss to do the same to Spamton’s button-down. Large hands met soft white skin, squeezing the cushy pecs and sides. Tenna moved his screen down to place light kisses down his chest, peppering them all where his mouth could reach.
A push made Tenna stop his pampering and wandering hands, making him look back at Spamton's blushing face. Hehe seemed like Tenna did have an effect on him too — even if the cocky bastard didn’t want to admit it.
“Alright, alright. Down boy,” Spamton said, pushing Tenna to where he was lying face up along the couch. Spamton scooted to sit on top of his chest, sliding the TV’s shirt off his broad shoulders. “I think it’s about time we got to [Don’t Miss The Main Event]” As he spoke, he slid open the main access panel on Tenna’s chest, exposing a colorful array of wires and coils. There, Spamton gave a few delicate touches to his wires that had Tenna’s dick twitching behind Spamton. Precum was already dripping down the sides. God, he was so hard it hurt. Each pluck of his wiring had him whining and Spamton just sat there happily playing him like an instrument.
“Harder, please- I need it harder,” Tenna begged, to which Spamton just smirked. He gave a bundle of smaller wires a stronger pull,
“Like that [Big Shot]?” He asked all innocently, as if he hadn’t made a mess of Tenna’s wires multiple times in the past.
“Shit- yes like that,” Tenna panted out. Spamton began to pull the wires further out, pulling and twisting them in a maddening way. He received one last harsh tug before the blissful sensations stopped altogether. The lack of contact made Tenna want to sob, “No nono, Spamton, please don’t stop,”
“Hehe you want me that [[bad]] huh?” Tenna could just barely hear a zipper over his own pleas. A different feeling hit his wires and he could hear Spamton groan as the mailman's dick began to stroke Tenna’s wiring. Tenna moaned loudly, throwing his head back as Spamton fucked into him. Oh yeah this was what he’s been needing all day, some good ol fashioned stress relief. Each slick thrust hit further into his chest, making him see stars. Moans of pleasure mingled with the slick sounds of Spamton’s dick sliding through his wires.
“[#$#!] you feel so good [Baby]”
A harsh tug had Tenna’s head reeling forward to meet Spamton's in another desperate kiss. With their mouths moving in tandem, Tenna shut his display off and just let himself be taken over and over and over. Getting lost in the feeling of being wanted so badly.
He was so close, just a little more...
Tenna’s lower set of arms reached down to stroke his cock, doing whatever he needed to do to push himself over the edge. His hands moved up and down rapidly to keep up with Spamton’s frantic pace. The mailman was just as close as he was, Tenna could tell from the way he was shaking.
“Ah Ten- I’m gonna come,” Spamton panted into his mouth, a harsh inhale followed as Tenna’s other hands squeezed him,
One more strong thrust had Spamton coming hard, spilling his seed all throughout Tenna’s wiring. It felt so overstimulating, every surrounding wire suddenly sent signals that were too much for him to register. A loud ring and a bright color bar illuminated the room when Tenna climaxed. Everything shut off and he was left peacefully floating.
Spamton’s eyes were shut, obviously trying to catch his breath as he laid on the TV’s chest. Static buzzed at the edges of Tenna’s vision but was slowly starting to fade as he came back down to reality. When his vision turned fully back on he first noticed how calm the man on his chest looked. He always seemed to rush around, really, the man could give Tenna a run for his money with how much he cared about staying in the limelight. Both of them were willing to do whatever it took to stay big but it was nice to see him stop in moments like these.
“Hey Spammy, everything alright there, didn’t squeeze you too hard did I?” Tenna asked, lightly tapping the man’s back. There was some cum lingering on Spamton’s back from Tenna’s orgasm, which just made him blush again. Black eyes opened up to see a glowing screen above him.
“Yep, feeling just [[peachy]] [Boobtube],” He said lazily, propping himself up to look at Tenna better. His black hair was sticking up funny as he shot a charming smile Tenna’s way — making him feel a sort of way he did NOT want to think about. “And you? Got any [complaints]?” Chuckling to himself.
“No.., that was- that was good. Thanks Spam, I think I needed that today,” Tenna admitted, looking over to the side all flushed. He was getting more embarrassed by this whole situation. Moving though did bring awareness to the gooey substance that now covered the majority of his wires. “Actually, one complaint,” He said, pointing a hand towards said complaint. A light blush covered Spamton’s face, who made a bit of an embarrassed grimace at the mess he left behind.
“[[Whoopsie]].. I’ll go get a rag,” He shuffled as if to move-
“Hmm, wait” Tenna grabbed an arm to stop him from getting up, he didn’t want this moment to end just yet, “Can’t we stay like this just a bit longer?,” Spamton stopped looking confused before softening slightly,
“Alright [Big Guy]. Sounds [fantastic] to me,” Spamton smiled at him again, laying his head back down on the cooling grey metal. Everything was so.. nice like this. Tenna’s arms wrapped around his little mailman in a gentle embrace.
In that moment, he decided to pretend that this was going to be the way it always was.
He really hoped it was.